LooLoo and Bumble
by ChelsLyn
Summary: When two old friends get reunited, the Glee club gets told tales their from bullied pasts. Rated T for some foul name-calling and violence.
1. Chapter 1

_**Author's Note: I can not watch Prom Queen, without getting this idea, so well I wrote it down! Let me know what you think in the review section or PM me. Thank you!**_

_**Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or it's characters. I do however own my imagination, where this story came from!**_

Kurt and Blaine were sitting in their usual coffee shop, just enjoying each other's presence. Kurt began on the topic he had wanted to discuss for a while, "Blaine, we've been going out for a few weeks now."

"I know... wait, are you breaking up with me? I knew it was to good to be-" Words tumbled out of Blaine's mouth as emotions flickered across his eyes, _understanding, fear, confusion, worry, hurt._

"No! I'm not breaking up with you! I would never." Kurt confirmed, looking up at his boyfriend. _Boyfriend!_ Kurt loved that word. He also loved Blaine, but they haven't exchanged those few words yet.

"Oh, okay. What is it then?" Blaine asked, returning to his normal self.

"It's time you come and meet New Directions. All of them."

"What? When?"

"Well they have rehearsal in about ten minutes. We can get there before they let out."

"-but I don't have any time to prepare! Look at me, do I look ready to meet all your friends? First is friends, then that means I have to meet the family next. What if they don't approve of me?"

"You're starting to lose your dapper, calm down. Trust me on this one, they will absolutely love you. Mercedes already does."

"Well that's one out of thirteen."

"Courage, Blaine. You'll be fine, let's go."

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><p>The ride was quiet for the most part, until Blaine started to worry out loud. "Can you tell me their names again?"<p>

"Artie Abrams, he's the one in the wheelchair. Brittany Pierce, she's the ditzy blonde dancer. Finn Hudson, the really tall one, also my step-brother. Lauren Zizes, she's new to the club and basically my replacement. Mercedes Jones, well you know her. Mike Chang, the quiet, asian dancer. Noah "Puck" Puckerman, the residential bad-ass. Quinn Fabray, head cheerleader. Rachel Berry, the loud, annoying small one, and lead female vocalist. Sam Evans, blonde with the Bieber cut, and you can tell he dyes his hair. Santana Lopez, latino and also head bitch. Tina Cohen-Chang, the super sweet, goth asian. That's all of them, now stop worrying!" Kurt offered his hand to stressed boy beside him, which the latter grasped firmly, as the pulled up to the McKinley High parking lot.

"What about the football players?"

"Not here today, I checked with Finn."

"So they know I'm coming?"

"No, you're a surprise."

Blaine groaned, as Kurt showed him this and that on the way to the choir room, where he knocked on the close door, which was soon opened by Mr. Shue.

"Kurt! What's up, buddy? Finn said you were coming, wait, who's your guest?"

"Can we come in? I'll tell everyone at the same time."

"Sure thing."

Thirteen faces looked up at him and Blaine.

"KURT!" Most of the girls, including Mercedes, Rachel and Brittany got up and hugged him. Mercedes also went and hugged Blaine, who smiled when Kurt winked.

Kurt whispered to Blaine, "See, I told you that you would be fine."

"Now, who's that piece of eye-candy, Hummel?" Santana called from the back of the room.

"Everyone, this is Blaine Anderson, my boyfriend."

Now, thirteen voices we're shouting.

"Dad is going to be furious."

"Since when? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I knew!"

"Where can I find a heterosexual version?"

"Spy! Spy! I'm sensing betrayal!"

"He's a dolphin too? Dolphins!"

"Is he treating you right?"

"How's school? Is everyone being nice?"

"Don't you dare hurt him! I'm the only one a loud to do that."

But then, Quinn stood up, "Everyone! Shut up!" The group obeyed and quieted down. Kurt looked up at her in surprise, "Uh, thank you Quinn. Now everyone, it's been a few weeks, he's treating me fine, yes, Britt, he is a dolphin, school is great, I doubt he will hurt me, and Rachel Berry, calm down right now diva, we aren't spies."

Quinn looked up and down at Blaine, which she had been doing, ever since Kurt had said his name. No way this was him. Then again, how many rich, good looking, gay, Blaine Andersons' are in Ohio. Not many. But what she really recognized was his voice. The voice that had calmed her down after so many bullies called her names. The voice that she had soothed when he was hurt. The voice of her best friend.

Blaine cleared his voice and addressed all of New Directions after they stopped shouting, "Uh, hi."

Quinn jumped up from her seat and wrapped her arms around the small boy in front of her. Yes, this was defiantly him. This was her Blaine, Bumble.

"Bumble, you're okay." She soothed, and kissed his cheek as she would when they were in middle school.

He pulled back from her grasp in shock, "Loo-loo?"

"It's me." Quinn confirmed, smiling her brightest smile before Blaine pulled her into another embrace.

Kurt, along with the rest of New Directions watched the exchange from the side-lines, trying to decipher where the two would know each other from.

"What happened to you Loo-loo? You never answered my calls. You have _blonde _hair and wait, you didn't!" He exclaimed, pointing to her nose.

"I did. I just wanted to let go of my past, I got a new phone, and look at you! I knew you would be okay! Please tell me you at least got one more good punch in before you transferred though."

"As a matter of fact, I did."

"Bumble! Im so proud of you!" Blaine bowed at the compliment.

"I need to know everything that happened though, you can pretty much piece together my story. Kurt never mentioned you though. You're in New Directions right?"

"We'll have to meet up sometime. A ton has happened, I'm not your Loo-loo anymore, I'm Quinn. Quinn Fabray."

"You're Quinn! Head cheerleader Quinn! No way!"

"Yes way."

"Have you realized everyone is looking at us for the past five minutes?"

"Didn't even notice, Bumble."

She leaned towards him and whispered, "They have no clue my name is Lucy, or that I was ever fat, ugly and brunette. They also have no idea I got a nose job."

"How could you keep that secret Loo-loo? Though, you were never fat or ugly. You know they are going to have a ton of questions now. But hey, Kurt doesn't know how bad my bullying was. I guess I kinda kept that a secret too. Now, we can share both of our stories, together."

"That's a fabulous idea, Bumble."

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><p>Lucy was gathering her things, to hurry up and leave before the jocks saw her. She hated them, each one of them. They were huddled around a corner though, not paying her the least bit attention. It was one of her luckier days. Then she heard the calling, the yelling. They were leaving her alone, to torture someone else.<p>

"Fag!"

"Queer!"

"Loser!" Then she saw a kick. They had never done that to her before. Why? Whatever the reason, she was a good Catholic girl and she wasn't going to let it go. No, words can hurt, but actions speak louder. She put her hand on the shoulder of the boy that had kicked their victim of the day.

"As much as it pains me, I'm forced to do this." She pulled her knee up, causing the boy to fall to the floor.

"Caboosey, you're going to pay for that."

"Get out of here! I can do that more then once you know?" The boys snarled and shot glares at the short girl, before storming off.

Only one boy was left. A curly haired, hazel eyed one, with tear streaks down his face. When he didn't get up, she decided to sit down on the floor with him.

"Hi, I'm Lucy." She held out a hand, causing the boy to flinch but he replied quietly,

"Blaine."

"I like that name."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"For everything."

"It was no problem, it just means I'm going to have it a little worse tomorrow."

"They do that to you too?"

"The name calling? Yes. Making me feel worthless? Yes. The hitting and kicking? No. That's why I stopped them. Are you hurt?"

"It's just going to leave a bruise, they do it all the time."

"Have you told someone?"

"Yes."

"And it didn't stop?"

"They didn't bother to do anything because I'm- I'm-"

"Gay?"

He shook his head 'yes', but didn't make eye contact with the girl sitting beside him. She kissed his cheek gently before saying, "That's okay."

He looked up at her with wide eyes, "Did you just say being gay was okay?"

"You are who you are."

For the first time in a long time, he smiled, a real smile. He stood up and offered a hand to Lucy. "Can I walk you home?"

"Well I guess so, considering I missed my bus."

"It's the least I could do."

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><p>"Lucy?" A ton of people shot questions at her, but grew quiet as she put a finger to her lips, shushing them.<p>

Kurt looked at the duo in front of him. Tears streaked down his face, _'Poor Blaine. Poor Quinn! Oh please don't let this story get worse'._

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><p>"Lucy? Are we friends?" Blaine asked innocently one day, after she saved him once again.<p>

"I never had a friend, but yeah, I guess we are."

"I never had a friend either."

"It's okay, B."

"B?"

"B for Blaine."

"B reminds be of bees, like bumblebees."

Lucy laughed, before smiling mischievously, "I could start calling you Bumble instead."

"I prefer B."

"Too late, Bumble!" They both chuckled.

"If, I'm Bumble, you have to have a nickname too."

"You come up with it!"

"Lucy... Lucy... Loopy Lucy...Lu, Loo-loo!"

"Loo-Loo?" Blaine nodded his head yes, grinning up at her.

"Good, for a minute, I thought I was going to be called Loopy Lucy."

They laughed again, greatful for the moment of peace, of their horrible lives.

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><p>Kurt smiled, as they told that little story, it was nice. A far improvement from the last one. He hoped things were changed for the better, in their little tale. It was, because for now, the two had each other. -But unfortunately all good things must end.<p> 


	2. Chapter 2

**_Authors Note: Another chapter! Yay! About time right? I love this story, but it's so hard to right about the bullying. It get's REALLY violent in this chapter, and a bit gruesome. so this is your WARNING! I'm probably going to have to bump of the rating for this. So you have been warned, read with caution. PLEASE REVIEW! _**

_**Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, or anything like that, only my imagination. **_

"Alright, let's tell them one of my stories, then the dance."

Blaine looked up at Quinn nervously, "The Sadie Hawkins dance?"

"That's the one."

"You weren't even there though, how do you know about it?"

"Believe it or not, I kept close tabs on my best friend, until you transferred and I had no clue where you went."

"Really? How?"

"I went back sometimes, unnoticed because no one recognized me. It was hard for me not to come and find you, but I couldn't, I left my past behind. I'm never going back."

"I understand. That _dance_ was my last straw. I can't tell it."

"Then I will, and you fill in the blanks, remember Bumble, we're in this together."

"Right, your story first."

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><p>The group of jocks gathered in their normal corner by the front of the school, the only exit for people going on the bus. The one that their victims walk by all the time, giving them the chance for a perfect ambush. The only question is what loser will come by first.<p>

Sure enough, the gay kid, and the fat chick were walking their way. Glaring as they walked past, no, no, this won't work.

Mark looked back to the rest of the group, "Hold the gay back, today, we're going after Caboosey."

Blaine gave in as two of the cronies lifted him off the ground by his arms.

"So, Lucy Caboosey, how much do you weigh? If we throw you in the dumpster, will it break in half? We're kinda worried about it." The group snickered and moved in closer.

"Are you the fag's beard? He seems like the only one who can look at you without puking." Her eyes began to water after that one. Why couldn't they leave her alone?

"Rumor has it, you were such a fat baby, you broke your mother's back just by looking at her." They laughed, as she sniffled.

"Are you crying? Look out everyone! The giants tears are going to cause an earthquake!"

Suddenly Blaine cried out, "Leave her alone! Just get out of here!" He began to struggle against the grasp the larger boys had on him. That earned one hard punch in the stomach. He didn't scream out again.

"So you and that thing over there, Caboosey? You two deserve each other, though I'm sure he wishes you had guy parts. Wait? You do, don't you? You're really a guy! Way to have a loose caboose, Lucy."

On that note, they dropped Blaine to the ground, and walked away from the crying girl.

"Loo-loo, don't listen to them. You're beautiful." Blaine wrapped his arms around her shoulders as he continued to whisper soft nothings, to calm the girl down.

"One- One day, I'm getting out of here, and I'm never coming back Blaine. Never. I'm going to be beautiful and shove it in their faces."

"You're the most beautiful person I know. Inside and out. You don't have to prove anything to them."

"Thank-you Bumble."

"No problem."

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><p>The room's sympathy went out to Quinn as everything began to fit into place. Why she was such a bitch all the time, why she felt "fat" the day she got pregnant, why being popular meant so much to her.<p>

Kurt still had tear streaks down his face.

Finn and Puck looked like they wanted to punch something.

Brittany silently got up from her chair, to wrap her arms around Quinn. Santana who had her pinky linked with Britt's fallowed. Soon the whole room was in a group hug, including Blaine, but their story wasn't quite over yet.

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><p>Blaine knew he couldn't be the only gay kid in the school. In fact, Luke was a year younger than him, and he was gay, he just didn't get harassed as much. Luke was smart, modest and along with his sparkling eyes he had the most handsome smile. He was the quiet kid in class, that didn't speak unless spoken to, and was generally ignored. Blaine didn't ignore him though, they were actually pretty good friends to say the least. Blaine acted more of a mentor to Luke, encouraged him to simply be who he was.<p>

Then the Sadie Hawkins dance came.

-And Blaine asked Luke.

-And Luke accepted.

Of course the bullies couldn't leave them be though, showing off like that in front of the whole school was unacceptable. Completely wrong. So when they walked in together Mark looked over to his cronies and hissed, "Those _fags!_"

The dance was pretty normal, there was still about two hours to go, when Blaine excused himself to go to the restroom. Unfortunately there were people staring at him from across the room, ready to pounce as soon as he was out of sight from the rest of the student body.

Blaine knew it, he _knew _the peace wouldn't last all night, that was just a wish- a dream maybe. As soon as he closed the door to make his way to the bathroom he was lifted off the ground by his elbows. He also knew better then to struggle, that would make the outcome even worse.

They were already being worse then usual, they dragged him outside. Hot tears came to Blaine's eyes when he saw the gleam in the moonlight of something that could only be a knife. _'Please, please, no. Not tonight.' _ He silently begged for mercy, quietly whimpering as a fist make contact with his left eye. The pulled out duct tape to tie down his arms and legs.

He didn't remember much after that, he passed out from the pain. Next thing he was absolutely certain of was the blinding hospital lights, and the spell of the clean room. He hated hospitals. Nothing good every came from them.

He later found out the bullies had left him out in the cold, tied to the flagpole, in only his boxers. They had taken Sharpie and written horrible things all over him. His left eye was still swollen shut, one arm broken along with one leg and about four ribs. His right lung was almost crushed and his skull fractured. He needed stitches for a deep cut that had trailed down his back.

He was very, very lucky to be alive. But his parents? They were very, very upset. They had thought he had gotten over this _phase_ apparently he hadn't.

That's when they decided to send him away to boarding school, to Dalton Academy.

It took quite a few months for the nightmares to stop, and even longer for him not to flinch whenever someone got too close.

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><p>Kurt couldn't listen to anymore, he went up and stopped Blaine from talking. He wiped away the tears from Blaine's face that he didn't even realize were falling.<p>

Yeah, his bullying was bad, but things were better now. He had Kurt and the Warblers and Dalton, his safe place. Now he even had his best friend back, who had a death grip on the hand that wasn't wrapped around Kurt.

Yeah, things really do get better.


	3. Chapter 3

_**Author's Note: Whoa! Another Chapter? I would have never guessed. Just Kidding! The Adventures of Blaine and Lucy aren't quite over. The horrible author just got distracted by the last few weeks of summer and start of school. But here we go! This chapter is short, I know, but I think it turned out pretty well. Let me know your thoughts? Intrest? Suggestions? JUST REVIEW! Please! Good, bad, whatever. I don't care. I just like to be reminded that people ARE indeed reading this. And for that my dears, I thank you. **_

_**Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides my overactive imagination, that sometimes like to wish I own Glee, but in reality. I don't. *frowny face* **_

Lucy and Blaine were sitting together at the Lima Bean, catching up on lost times. Lucy found it kind of odd that after all this time, it was still easy to talk to her old best friend. It was like they were never separated. Then again because of Kurt, they knew a lot about what happened since they last talked anyway.

Blaine knew about the pregnancy. He knew about the cheating, and the Cheerios. He decided not to bring those up. Sure, of course he wanted to ask where his brave, innocent, take-no-prisoners-attitude, Loo-Loo went. Or where his sweet, caring, Lucy went. Thats when a little lightbulb went off. Kurt? Kurt didn't know Lucy or Loo-Loo. He knew Quinn. Ice-Queen, HBIC, popular, Quinn Fabray. _That's_ who did all that and it doesn't matter. Because he wasn't talking to Quinn. He was talking to Lucy.

They were best friends for years though, of course Lucy was thinking just about the same thing.

"I'm surprised." Quinn began.

"About what?"

"Kurt, the king of gossip, best friend of Mercedes, the Queen of gossip, is your boyfriend. You must know about everything that happened last year. Yet you haven't mentioned any of it."

"I know the basic story, yeah, but none of the details. Unless you want to tell me, I didn't think I needed to ask about it."

"It was the worse decision I ever made, cheating on Finn. My baby girl was beautiful though."

"Did you get a chance to name her?"

"Finn wanted to name her Drizzle, Puck firstly wanted to name her Jack Daniels. Then Puck sang me 'Beth' by Kiss and well, before we gave her up, he asked to name her Beth."

"Thats a beautiful name."

"Thanks. Sometimes I regret giving her up, but I know I had to."

"You did the right thing, you know?"

"Yeah, I know." Tears started to cloud Quinn's vision, before she tried to hide them.

"Do you know how many time we have cried in front of each other? Tons! This is just a feeling of mine- you've been bottling everything you just told be up. You need to cry, and- Whoa! Look at this. I have a shoulder to cry on!"

Lucy let out a quick giggle, with the smile lingering on her face, before adding, "Oh Bumble. You haven't changed one bit."

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><p>Lucy and Blaine were sitting on the old park swings. A place of refuge they both loved back in the day.<p>

Blaine was first to break the comfortable silence that fell between the pair, "Lucy?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you ever, I don't know... feel like you ran?"

"Bumble, you're not making sense."

"Like from the bullies. Instead of facing them, instead of having _courage_, I ran. I regret it almost everyday."

"Courage can only get you so far until stupidity takes it's place."

Blaine pondered what she said for a few moments before smiling up at her. "This is going to sound completely stupid, and reckless and potentially dangerous and emotionally scarring, but I have a plan. I think I need your and possibly New Direction's help though."

"You want to go and pay a visit to our old bullies don't you?"

"Can you imagine the look on their faces when they recognize us?"

"And almost all the guys in New Direction are on the football team, you know, in case..."

"Exactly why I mentioned need New Direction's help!"

"I hate to say it, but I had thought about that too. It would be like making a statement, you know? Saying 'Hey? You remember what you said to us? Well it turns out you didn't break us for good. Suck it up boys!' I think if we really, really wanted it to, this could be hilarious. Let them meet Quinn Fabray instead of Lucy Caboosey."

"Exactly! I knew you were my best friend for a reason."

"You consider me your best friend again?"

"I never stopped."


	4. Chapter 4

**_Authors Note: Soooo... I checked my e-mail today. And I found one for a review. At first I was like- "Oh ew. People still read this? Even after not being updated in forever?". Then I read the review and went "AWWWWEEE THIS IS SO SWEET! I'M GOING TO WRITE ANOTHER CHAPTER FOR THIS PERSON- THESE PEOPLE RIGHT. NOW." Then, as I was re-reading what was already written, I thought of a brilliant idea. What if I wrote the confrontation at different point of views? Blaines.. and the Quinns! Then I got carried away and thought maybe.. Kurt and like Pucks or Finn's too! Or the BULLIES! So I sat down and began to write. This is like the confrontation build-up. Let me know if you like the way it's written (In different P.O.V.)! Or if you hate it, that would also be helpful. Or really anything. Drop a review, PM me. Anything! You all can really help me decide how the next part is going to be written. I love you guys so much. :) So without further delay... Enjoy! _  
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**_Warning: Very mild foul language. I mean, I don't even consider it foul language, but some might (hence the warning) _**

**_Disclaimer: You fools! I don't own Glee! If I did it would be a wholee lot more Klaine! :) _  
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**Blaine's P.O.V. **

They won't recognize her.

But they will definitely notice me.

And God, knowing that, this is terrifying.

This time is different from the last though, this time I'll have my gorgeous, courageous, boyfriend by my side. Not to mention my beautiful best friend on my other side.

I can do this.

Oh, and the football team as back-up might help too, I guess.

I can do this.

What am I kidding? I can't do this.

No, no, wait. I. Can. Do. This.

"Stop it." I looked up from the passenger seat of Kurt's navigator to meet his glasz eyes. Have I ever mentioned how pretty they are? Looking into his eyes, is like looking into his soul.

"Stop what?"

"Thinking you can't do this."

"Wha- ? How'd you-"

"I know you Blaine, and you're worried. Anyone would be really, so don't give me that look." He pause to grab both my hands from where they were resting at my side. He held onto them, making me face him.

He began again, "What you are doing is the bravest thing I've ever got the honor to witness. Take your own advice, have courage. Courage, Blaine. That one word, from you got me _so_ far, and it can do the same for you. Find your courage Blaine, because I know for a fact you have a surplus of it right in here." He let go of one of my hands, so he could place his palm over my heart.

"You are so brave, Blaine, so very brave. So stop having that mental battle with yourself. Yes, I know that's exactly what you were doing. So stop, and think about owning this, like you know we are." His sincere look turned into a smirk at that last part.

But, after hearing all that, my heart swelled for the boy sitting next to me. -And that may have made my brain-to-mouth filter disappear.

"I love you." Oh my God. Why did I say that? I was saving this moment for some time special! Wait. He's not saying it back? Damn you word vomit! Why is he not saying it bac-

"I love you, too."

Oh.

Then he leaned over the car's console, to grab my hand again, and to give me a chaste kiss.

This day could not go wrong.

Not even by meeting with my old tormenters again.

Nope this day, I will always remember as perfect.

He really loves me!

"So, are you ready?" He asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, I am." What shocked me, was how true that statement was.

I can _so_ do this.

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><p><strong>Lucy's P.O.V. <strong>

"Quinn? Quinn are you okay?"

What? Who is asking me that? Damn it! Of course I'm not okay!

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Since when has lying become so easy? Probably somewhere between the time of disowning Lucy, picking up Quinn and the baby-gate drama.

I should have told them the truth, they're my friends. I think? If I wasn't so nervous, I'd open my eyes to look around to see who was driving, and who was talking in the backseat. Probably Puck. Puck said he wanted to drive me, and it's probably Britt and San in the back. That seems right.

I need to calm down. Like really, really calm down. Bumble's probably having a much worse time.

"You're lying." Yeah, definitely Santana.

"How do you know, Sandbags?"

Britt looked at me with her wide, blue eyes before speaking, "The Goblins told us to watch over you Quinny. To protect you, and that you weren't going to feel real good today. And if you don't feel too good, you're not okay. Right San?"

"That's right Britt. Quinn is going to talk to some people today that used to make fun of her. That used to hurt her real bad." San replied.

I love seeing those two communicate. San, the biggest bitch in the school, is always so gentle with Britt, and Britt is so innocent, she sees the good in everything. I wish I could view the world like she does.

"Oh, and baby-mama. I know because I know everything, especially my best friend's lying face." I barely got to glare at her, before she turned to face Britt, who was whispering in her ear.

I vaguely wonder what Britt is saying, but it probably only makes sense to Santana anyways. I could however hear what they were saying after the initial comment that started the whispering.

"No, Britt, honey. You can't hurt them. I actually want you to stay far away from them when we get there. The boys will take care of everything. I'm pretty sure Puck is out for meat. Don't worry, I kinda want to punch them all in the face too. We'll show them though. And we'll do it for Quinn."

"But- Santanaaaaa. The only people aloud to hurt my family is, well us! Can I at least give Quinny a big hug? You said my hugs fix everything, and I don't want Quinn to hurt anymore. She's too pretty."

"I think she would like a hug actually. Go for it Britt."

Then, even though we were in a moving car. I had a lap-full of Brittany. -And I couldn't have asked for anything else at the time.

I have the most wonderful friends in the whole world.

One look at Britt herself, would tell you that.

Or Santana putting away her bitch side for a few minutes.

Or at Puck, who was currently yelling at Brittany. (well not yelling, no one can yell at Britt)

They care. So much. Even after all the wrong I did. -And they don't just care about Quinn, they care about Lucy too. That's why I'm doing this. I'm not broken at all anymore. They fixed me.

You know, I might just go back to being Lucy. Maybe, it would be okay now.

I closed my eyes, and rested my head against the cold window.

Maybe.

"You okay Quinn?" Puck asked, actual worry in his hazel eyes.

"Are you, Quinny? Were the Goblins wrong? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." And this time it wasn't such a lie.


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